Beams Insured for no value Warned for birth They still don't have a clue and what they want instead is to outlive their death A mistake for another chance insisting on foul play and the cry for a last dance They are trying and they may But they won't keep me down and what they might know has made me frown and fast or slow Those thoughts will go Outlived their dreams Lost in the search beams No one thought of them two Good and evil ruled by truth What is the way to do things? What do you want to be? What time do you leave? How are the things you left? Does the war still burn? Have you seen the lights? I woke up on the field finding myself shot by darkness